Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Anne McCaffrey died yesterday at her home in Ireland. She was a wonderful, wonderful person and a spellbinding storyteller. I read The White Dragon for the first time when I was ten years old, and have been an avid fan of Anne and Pern ever since. I used to stop in at her online chatroom, The Kitchen Table, years ago to visit and talk with fellow fans and writers, and often Anne herself would pop by. She was funny and earthy, engaging, and had a robust sense of humor. It really did feel as if we were all sitting gathered round a kitchen table in the Irish countryside, fire crackling nearby and teakettle whistling, while we talked the hours away.

I will miss her. But I have my beloved Dragonriders of Pern collection so I can visit whenever I find myself missing her most.

About Me

A writer/word wrangler and (former) publicist, I have a penchant for the absurd - hence, my love of soaps, science fiction, and working in the entertainment business. I am Irish-American and identify fiercely with that particular psychosis of my DNA and heritage.
I love cooking, people who cook, and people who eat. Amateur historian; adore archaeology, sociology, and a good tale well told. I love writing about television -- about actors, writers, directors, and producers, and – well, really anyone working in this crazy industry. I aspire to be a writer on General Hospital someday, so I can watch the actors play out the mayhem I create in my head.
Chocolate is everything, and the Story is God.